Rashk will focus, feeling the power he was denied and empowering himself for the fight to freedom. Settling the mask on his face, he feels the focus it gives him. Leaping up to stand on the ceiling, he settles in above the door, to be ready if any guards come through to deal with the talkative one.
Bobbity pats Kessa on the cheek. "Relax Sweet T+&!. I'm f+%+ing with you. Thanks for reinforcing my methodology though. You know we're making a lot of weird sounds in here that any good guard would come to check right? Have they come? No, likely because they are tired of listening to me. Just like you," he says poking her in the nose.
There is an odd sensation on your nose after. You look down to see a red clown nose you never saw him palm and place there.
Well, at least he is somewhat in aware of what is happening. He's still insane though, she thinks to herself. Kessa move to the door and looks to see if guard(s) are near.
Veldrin opts not to hide. Instead, he he leans up against the back wall, dead center, looking right at the doorway.
As the conversation between the group settles, silence briefly floods the room. It seems there is no noise coming from the other side of the door either.
"Draw them in or head out?" he asked.
"It might be best to head out. Unless one of us calls out to get their attention, I doubt they'll check on us" Veldrin muses.
Silence. Never a good thing. Or a very good thing. Depended on the situation. Bobbity intended to find out which this was.
Rashk will follow along, creeping along the ceiling.
Hearing nothing, Bobbity opens the door to find a pool of fresh crimson blood on the floor of the other side, with the corpse of a guard decorating the center of it.
The room itself is fairly small, with a stairwell leading downstairs in the southern corner and sturdy wooden door leading to the east. Dim light floods the room for a torch burning in a sconce on the wall. Beside the door, a key ring hangs on a hook nailed into the stone wall.
"It seems someone has started our work for us. A small smile passes over her lips'"Perhaps we should make certain this was done not enter the afterlife alone. She walks to the wall and takes the key ring off the hook and tosses them to Bobbity,"For your collection my little brook."
Squeeze runs through the legs of the others and immediately bites the body on the floor. He starts chewing on the recently deceased hand, distracted from the rest of the environment. His eyes cross with the rest of his group's showing a certain tone of innocence.
Kessa can barely hide her revulsion as Squeeze tears into the corpse. Oddly enough, she would have had no problem had Veldrin desecrated the body through animation, or if she dissected it to further her own goals. She just cannot see how those two actions are equal to, or worse, than the goblin's consumption of the guard.
She pulls her ayes away from the goblin, ignoring the flesh caught in his teeth, and tries to focus on the now. She looks up and down the corridor attempting to decipher the best path for egress.
Okay now, where to go?
Veldrin saunters over to the corpse, and lightly kicks the goblin, shooing him. "Do be so kind as to knock that off. I have need of this body, more or less intact" With that said, regardless of if Squeeze moves way or not, Veldrin raises the corpse to unlife.
Judging by the meager tracks left behind on the stone floor, Kessa could tell the majority of traffic here leads down the stairs.
Squeeze Bits has a few moments to enjoy a tasty human-hand morsel before the corpse transforms to something he probably would not want to eat.
Waiting for Veldrin to complete his arcane arts to manipulate the dead, Kessa motions to Rashk in the direction of the stairs as she slowly creeps down the left side of the hall.
"Should we not investigate the other room up here, before moving on? Who knows what it might contain that could be useful" The necromancer muses.
Eager to find her formula book and other items, Kessa looks back toward the group and whispers, "If we feel it is worth the risk to see what can be discovered, then we should look. However, I believe time is of the essence. Who knows when a patrol will stumble upon our empty cell."
We were given the tools needed to escape. Searching for booty will slow us down and give them more time to respond. We need to cover as much ground as possible before the alarm is raised."
Assuming it is unlocked, he will open the door and begin sneaking down the stairway - using the walls or roof where possible.
Veldrin scowls at Rashk "Phaw! I am not surprised the oafish half-giant has no possessions. I also doubt our grimy little goblin has ever owned anything, but I am willing to bet the lady arrived properly attired as did I. While you may be perfectly happy with what you were given by our mysterious benefactor, I want my possessions back, if they are still here."
He flips open the tome he was given to a divination spell, and casts Locate Object targeting his spellbook.
"Aw, he's hungry. Ain't he the cutest," Bobbity says of the obviously not cure goblin nibbling on a freshly dead corpse. He also takes the keys happily and bounds off towards the other door, hoping for more prisoners of varying strength to release. Chaos was their friend right now.
Squeeze growls lightly to the drow, but eventually smiles and runs to another corner, carrying a finger he managed to pull off.
Squeeze has possessions! - he protests without much confidence - ... Squeeze also understands puff-puff users want their disgusting books full of words. Squeeze in no hurry! Squeeze helps, but Squeeze still hungry!
He avoids looking at Bobbity so he won't drool again.
Given that the others seem to be less interested in escape than looting , Rashk will pull back to support them. Unwise as their plan is, it still makes sense to stay together.
From the corpse of the guard rises a skeleton exuding warmth and leaving a pile of guts and skin at its feet. A few bits of once mortal flesh still feebly cling to the bones.
On the other side of the upstairs door, Bobbity finds a small room with a table and two chairs within. There are blood stains on the furnishings, walls and floors; probably made by the various torture instruments hanging on the wall. There are no other exits from this room.
"No one at the bottom, small room with a single door." he lets the others know. "I'll stand watch."
Kessa nods an acknowledgement to Rashk. She looks to Bobbity and Squeeze, "One of you should stay within sight of Rashk, just in case." Eyeing Squeeze specifically,"And I would rather not see you ...consume your meal. Perhaps you can finish eating while we search." Taking a centering breath, she taps into her Ki and feels the familiar thickening of her skin. 'I know Rashk has a point, but I refuse to allow them to keep my possessions if I can prevent it.' Kessa joins Veldrin as he travels down the hall in pursuit of his arcane treasure.
Rashk nods, accepting that this group finds recovering their items a priority over a speedy escape. While it will be more challenging, he refuses to allow himself to be recaptured.
Squeeze greets Kestrel militarily, using the finger bone to hit his forehead before throwing it away. He smiles menacingly to her, but finally starts running around on his four, ready to move towards the other room, stopping every 5 or 10 seconds to scratch his small green bottom.
Content nothing can be gained by staying longer, Kessa joins Rashk at the stairs.
Noting that at least some are ready to go on, he will sneak down and take up a position over the doorway in the lower room.
Sneaks up to the door and listens for more guards.
Veldrin moves with his companions, spell at the ready. He nods at his fellow escapees to open the door.
Squeeze runs with the others, but finally stops by the door, looking behind as if checking for someone more... Suitable... To be in front. He will go right after. If no ones pops up, the impatient Goblin will simply open the door.
"Aw. It's just a torture room," Bobbity says, disappointed. Why didn't it contain exactly what he wanted and expected? He sullenly follows the others. He missed his bombs.
As the rest of the group makes their way down the stairs, Kessa leans against the door, hearing a pointless conversation between two guards about who has a more buxom wife.
Kessa whispers to her fellow inmates,"Two guards on the other side. They are unaware of our escape. We need to disable them quickly and quietly. The longer we can go without raising an alarm serves to increase our odds to recover our things and make our departure." She looks to Veldrin, "I don't suppose you have silence in that book of yours. If even for a few moments, it could make a difference. I will accept it on myself if you are worried about being within range of its effects."
"Likewise silence does not impair me and I can easily get past most foes. I am faster than the rest of you." He pauses, looking with a discerning eye. "Except perhaps Kestrel."
The drow nods, and casts his spell, targeting Kestrel. He then signs a quick message to her and the rest of his companions ::"We have one minute. No mistakes, let's be quick."::
Just before Veldrin enacts his silence, Kessa reaches into her bag and pulls out a few vials. Handing them out, she gives a brief description.
To make you feel like your true kin. Should last for a short time.
Drink this one now and weapons will bounce off your skin until we leave this place. Save this for a big fight, makes your body tricky and hard to hit.
The effects of this mixture is inconsistent, but it should extend your life. You may as well take them both, but not simultaneously. Let the first wear off.
I assume all extracts blow up. This one speeds you up, this on protects you, and this one allows you to see anyone trying to hide with magic. You may as well drink that one now.
Kessa then proceeds to pull out one more vial and drink its contents.